I don’t mean to burden you. It’s just, umm, I had a conversation with a wise man. He asked me a question like, “How could you be in the position to say so much, but say so little,” so this is me saying a lot

I was raised from the Bible, bet I tighten that I’m Titan’s backSame game they claim that they killing, I’m breathing life in thatTake heed, the people you lead when you reciting thatYou will die for what you believe, so where’s your rifle at?Never was entertained or influenced by all the dramaHard to bury your partner, but harder to console her mamaThat only want the best for her childSave a place for his soul Lord, he ain’t been to church in a whileSaid that Jesus can’t save him and ain’t no church in the wildHis anger fueled his ambition, I swear he forgot how to smile“Hustle hard, hustle hard,” that’s what he saidWhile counting up this bread that he fell for, now he deadAnd they can’t bring him backThey locking up my people, shawty, racks on top of racksPublic housing just too crowded God, shacks on top of shacksMost pastors misleading people that listenWhen all us black folk have is music and religionA sense of self-respectLost in the need to express ourselves through money, drugs, and sexI’m a product of the same, so I understand the checksThat says that she’ll be down to fall victim to her fleshIf I’m worth it she’ll undressOne night of slumber, harsh rains and violent thundersAs she leaves, “Is she clean?” Lord, I often wonderSee me and … for results, the clinic humblesPlan B pill, God damn, your stomach rumblesLaugh it off, but she’ll keep it due to my numbersSo be it, I’ll oversee that he runs and never fumblesIf it’s a girl, I’ll give her the world and sunny summersAnd show her how to scrap in case her nigga jump on herProtect them from the evils that TV often can featureBeware of predators in this jungle, they out to eat yaWe all kings and queens, don’t let no one else beseech ya… throw some gold, them leave it swole, don’t let it beat yaDon’t let them feed you that bullshit that they fed meDon’t follow the road I took, look where it led meI speak my mind and my heart, I bet they dread meIn a world of give me what you got, I always said free-domYou been starving your soul so long that you should eat sum’nYou concerned with your followers, then lead themTo a well that only you and yours drink fromI build my own, fuck your playbookKingdom, that’s how I feel, I’m strong in faithDon’t need for you to say that God ain’t realSomethings you just shouldn’t play withMy soul patient cause success ain’t ever save shit, face itWe all born to die, yea that’s basicBut living fast and dying young ain’t salvationYou keep on with that blasphemy and I’ll keep on with my prayingIf you think that Lambos hot in the summer, well hell’s blazingMy mind frame blown cause my brother says that I’m onHe bored at the crib while I’m wishing that I was homeSaid he die for the chance, and I reply to him he was wrongTold him he could do better than me then hung up the phoneThe youth, will surely go to war for what you ownTo them it’s more than real, but to you it’s just a songBut to you it’s just a songBut to us it’s just a song

[Outro]I’m guilty of the sameBesides, no one person is to blameI promise I’ll changeI pray you do the same